Somewhere I Talk to the Moon

I asked the moon
how it felt.
It said, ‘Dark and lonely.’
It looked at me,
It smiled.
It said, ‘Much better now.’
I said to the moon
it must be beautiful up there.

It smiled,
then cried a little.
I said to the moon
what if I joined you?
It looked at me,
It smiled.
It said, ‘Much better.’